Nymph of the flashing eye and sprightly air, <br />The rosy cheek, and yellow waving hair, <br />Arrest thy flying footsteps, and draw near; <br />Say, why do hoary locks inspire such fear? <br />E'en in yon garland see how brightly glows <br />The argent lily with the ruby rose.<br /><br />Peter John Allan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-anacreon-ode-xxxiii/
